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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Fuzztones to the rock 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.