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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Surgeon to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Style,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.