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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fluxion to the punk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
Magma,
The Martian,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.