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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Slave,
Deakin,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q and Not U,
Fugazi,
Sandy B,
Visage,
UT,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
Main Source,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Altered Images,
AZ,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.