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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Unwound,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.