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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Half Japanese to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
John Cale,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Wire,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.