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 New Zealand and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Aswad,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.