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 Korea South and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 U.S. Maple to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.