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 Nauru and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Liliput,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.