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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.