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 Gabon and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Glenn Branca to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
Pulsallama,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.