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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
The Index,
Jandek,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Techniques,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
June Days,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.