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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blackbyrds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Marmalade,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.