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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
Organ,
The Doors,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.