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 Thailand and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
Monks,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
Little Man,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
Eli Mardock,
Duran Duran,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlback,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.