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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Outsiders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
Lyres,
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
Dawn Penn,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
Skriet,
Cluster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.