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 Peru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Crime,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Sparks,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.