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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Divine Comedy to the grunge 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Average White Band,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.