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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Lower 48 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
The Modern Lovers,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.