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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
ABC,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.