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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalann to the disco 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.