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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Y Pants to the punk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.