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 Poland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sparks,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Hashim,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.