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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Monochrome Set to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
Pierre Henry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minnie Riperton,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.