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 Argentina and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Q and Not U to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Index,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
Smog,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Teasers,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.