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 Yemen and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
FM Einheit,
The Dead C,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.