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 Italy and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Don Cherry to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Amazonics,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
Joy Division,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Qualms,
Niagra,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.