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 Angola and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kurtis Blow to the electroclash 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
Little Man,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
The Remains,
Pylon,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.