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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Donald Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arthur Verocai,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.