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 Haiti and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
Wings,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.