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 Chile and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.