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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.