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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 One Last Wish to the rap 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scrapy,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.