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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Angels of Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
The Sound,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.