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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Symarip to the jazz 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
the Human League,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
The Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.