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 Norway and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Sun Ra to the jazz 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
X-101,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
New Order,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalann,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Porter Ricks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
Can,
Mr. Review,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.