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 Colombia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
Stiv Bators,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
Deadbeat,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.