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 India and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Unrelated Segments 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Anakelly,
Nico,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Lalann,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.