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 Haiti and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
Smog,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
T. Rex,
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.