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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.