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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Steve Hackett to the dance 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
UT,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Technova,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.