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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Animal Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
June Days,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
Accadde A,
The Shadows of Knight,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
the Soft Cell,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.