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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
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 synthesizer 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
Kaleidoscope,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
Arcadia,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Archie Shepp,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.