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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Names 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
Cecil Taylor,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
Interpol,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.