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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.