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 Gabon and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Black Sheep to the jazz 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
The Names,
ABC,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
Section 25,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.