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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 the Soft Cell to the disco 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Massinfluence,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Visage,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soulsonic Force,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.