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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
Camouflage,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.