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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 R.M.O. to the punk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
John Holt,
The Slits,
Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eli Mardock,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Index,
Bauhaus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.