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 Uganda and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Dead C to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
Can,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.