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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Tommy Roe to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Delta 5,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.