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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cybotron to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Monks,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
Lebanon Hanover,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.