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 Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.