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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Prince Buster to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
JFA,
OOIOO,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.