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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 FM Einheit to the punk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
Patti Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.