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 Gabon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.