Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Taiwan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing 48th St. Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
Josef K,
Altered Images,
Nico,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.