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 Zambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the funk 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Schoolly D,
DNA,
Gong,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
The Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.