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 Bolivia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Music Machine 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pole,
Urselle,
UT,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.