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 Korea North and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
Lakeside,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green,
Magma,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Procol Harum,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
U.S. Maple,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.