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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
Q65,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.