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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slits to the grime 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Kas Product,
Fear,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
Marine Girls,
Gong,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
Yazoo,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.