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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Prince Buster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
Monolake,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.