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 Sierra Leone and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Scientists to the punk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
PIL,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.