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 Angola and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Joyce Sims,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
The Index,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cramps,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.