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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 John Coltrane to the grunge 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
Wire,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.