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 Poland and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cluster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Cluster,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.