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 Libya and from Lille.
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 Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Starr to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.