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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.