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 Israel and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Music Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.