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 Romania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Ponytail,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.