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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Second Layer to the rock 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slits,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
T.S.O.L.,
Blancmange,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
Tom Boy,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.