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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Evens,
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
Fatback Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
Neu!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.