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 Bolivia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Fluxion to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
Todd Terry,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
The Fall,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
The Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
DNA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yellowson,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
The Wake,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.