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 Armenia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Severed Heads to the grunge 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection,
the Association,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
Royal Trux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.