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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra to the funk 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Das Ding,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.