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 Barbados and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Babytalk to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
Symarip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.