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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 EPMD to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
In Retrospect,
Chrome,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
Youth Brigade,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
the Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.