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 Guinea-Bissau and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cecil Taylor,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.