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 Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 The Angels of Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Chrome,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.