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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Sound 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
Index,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.