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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers,
Ronnie Foster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.