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 Qatar 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Leaves to the electroclash 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
Kayak,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.