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 Mexico and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Fugazi to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
JFA,
Television Personalities,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.