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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Fraelich to the rock 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.