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 Gabon and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.