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 Andorra and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Amon Düül to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
10cc,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.