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 Thailand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Franke,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Fear,
Sparks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.