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 Liberia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Cal Tjader to the techno 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
Neu!,
Sam Rivers,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Arcadia,
The Leaves,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.