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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the rap 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Nico,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
The Walker Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.