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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Liliput,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
Michelle Simonal,
CMW,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Audionom,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.