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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Durutti Column to the funk 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 Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
Ohio Players,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Liliput,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.