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 Somalia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Move to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
DNA,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Niagra,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.