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 Israel and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Ituana to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Ludus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
the Normal,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.