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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.