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 Georgia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.