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 Barbados and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the rap 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxette,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
Technova,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
The Fortunes,
The Pretty Things,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.