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 Gambia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Stetsasonic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.