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 Uganda and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Saints,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Kaleidoscope,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.