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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
the Slits,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
The Busters,
MC5,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.