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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Arab on Radar to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Q65,
Yaz,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Arab on Radar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
Japan,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.