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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Wolf Eyes 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
Tres Demented,
The Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
Niagra,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
PIL,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.