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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group 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 grunge 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warren Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
Rites of Spring,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
Lyres,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.