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 Congo 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Nas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Infiniti,
Little Man,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Graham Central Station,
Echospace,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
the Association,
Warsaw,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.