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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bush Tetras to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.