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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gong to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Pagans,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Pole,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Mark Hollis,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.