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 Rwanda and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rap 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.