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 Albania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Accra and Seoul.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Fugs,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
Fatback Band,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Television,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.