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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Flesh Eaters to the grunge 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '50s 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 Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
Y Pants,
CMW,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
Adolescents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
The Barracudas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
Franke,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.