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 Cuba and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 The Last Poets to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Model 500,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slits,
Swans,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.