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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 L. Decosne to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Magazine,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
X-101,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.