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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
The Move,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.