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 Fiji and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Starr to the rock 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
48th St. Collective,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.