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 Tanzania 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Pole,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.