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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Connie Case to the grunge 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
Make Up,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Faust,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.