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 Belarus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Wake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
The Busters,
Pole,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.