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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grunge 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.