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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Brass Construction to the punk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
Sparks,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Rekid,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.