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 Malta and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Donald Byrd to the dance 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.