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 El Salvador and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 New Age Steppers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
Oblivians,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
Joey Negro,
Ten City,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Green,
The Victims,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.