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 Egypt and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Johnny Clarke,
Rapeman,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.