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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pierre Henry to the rap 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Juan Atkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
New Order,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.