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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.