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 Guatemala and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Theoretical Girls 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hasil Adkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q and Not U,
Q65,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
Erykah Badu,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.