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 Bangladesh and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hardrive,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
Cluster,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.