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 Somalia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Half Japanese,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
Ronan,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.