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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Q65,
Qualms,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Ossler,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
Magma,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.