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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Kayak to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
The Kinks,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.