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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
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 Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the techno 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.