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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
Scion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.