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 Philippines and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Khruangbin to the funk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
Excepter,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Byron Stingily,
Surgeon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
Sight & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Japan,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.