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 Ireland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Little Man,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.