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 Brunei and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Bang On A Can to the disco 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
Zapp,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.