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 Dominica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joensuu 1685,
The Searchers,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Eurythmics,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
PIL,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.