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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sixth Finger,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.