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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Surgeon to the funk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Franke,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.