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 Israel and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
Von Mondo,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.