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 Serbia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Style to the grunge 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Clear Light,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.