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 Samoa and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the funk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
The Human League,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.