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 Portugal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Hashim to the rap 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
Inner City,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.