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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.