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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Ohio Players to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gun Club,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.