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 Bahrain and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
The Associates,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy,
Gong,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.