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 Palau and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David Axelrod to the rock 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. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
The Motions,
Faust,
New Order,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Sneak,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.