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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 to the grunge 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
Leonard Cohen,
John Lydon,
Faust,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.