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 Georgia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Theoretical Girls,
Prince Buster,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.