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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dennis Brown to the techno 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
the Swans,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
June of 44,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
Pantytec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
Yellowson,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tommy Roe,
The Slits,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.