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 Laos and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Popol Vuh to the techno 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.