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 Togo and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Neon Judgement to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
DNA,
Parry Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
The Fugs,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.