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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Panda Bear to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Sparks,
Con Funk Shun,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
X-101,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.