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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Michelle Simonal,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.