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 Tuvalu and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.