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 Zambia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Oblivians to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
UT,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.