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 Saudi Arabia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Rekid to the grime 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joy Division,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.