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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.