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 Israel and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Jeff Mills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.