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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Khruangbin,
Tim Buckley,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.