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 Austria and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Robert Wyatt 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.