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 Spain and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
The Gun Club,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Cameo,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.