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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Schoolly D to the rap 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Erasure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Index,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.