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 Barbados and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Connie Case to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Star Department,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
The Selecter,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Henry Cow,
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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.