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 Canada and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Real Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Rakim,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.