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 Canada and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.