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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Mr. Review to the grunge 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
The Mummies,
UT,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.