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 Yemen and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
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 spring reverb 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 Panda Bear to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.