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 Guyana 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Subhumans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Camouflage,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
The Sound,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.