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 Somalia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Fortunes to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
The J.B.'s,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Television,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.