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 Congo and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arcadia to the jazz 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Das Ding,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
Clear Light,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.