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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 10cc to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.