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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
The Offenders,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magazine,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.