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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Pop Group to the jazz 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deakin,
Chrome,
Minnie Riperton,
Don Cherry,
Echospace,
10cc,
Matthew Bourne,
Kenny Larkin,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
The Associates,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Inner City,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.