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 India and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Cal Tjader to the rap 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
Babytalk,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.