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 Israel and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 K-Klass to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.