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 Tuvalu and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Kas Product to the jazz 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.