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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 This Heat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
Faust,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.