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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor 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?
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.