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 China and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Popol Vuh to the techno 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.