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 Romania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camberwell Now,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.