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 Malawi and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Dawn Penn to the funk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Wings,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
Pole,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.