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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Pylon to the crunk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Wings,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Skaos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.