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 Botswana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Roxy Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mummies,
Can,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Black Flag,
Los Fastidios,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.