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 Mauritania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 DNA to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
World's Most,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
the Association,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.