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 Dominican Republic 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 New York Dolls to the funk 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
Heaven 17,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.