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 Oman and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 The Music Machine to the grime 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
The Human League,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Television,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Faust,
The Litter,
a-ha,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unwound,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.