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 Mauritius and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pet Shop Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
Altered Images,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.