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 East Timor and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 Kayak to the jazz 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Sällskapet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.