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 South Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sarah Menescal to the punk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Brothers Johnson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.