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 Libya and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Flag,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
DNA,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.