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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fat Boys to the techno 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Magazine,
John Foxx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
Magma,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-101,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.