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 Antigua and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 David Bowie 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 Can to the grunge 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chrome,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.