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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
48th St. Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.