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 Eritrea and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Letta Mbulu to the jazz 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Saints,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.