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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cure,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.