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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Faust,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.