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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Ossler to the rock 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Gong,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru,
the Association,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Morten Harket,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Scion,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.