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 Korea South and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 The Five Americans to the jazz 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
Tommy Roe,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.