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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.