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 Cuba and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Soft Cell to the rock 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s 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 Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Ossler,
The Red Krayola,
Arcadia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unwound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.