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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.