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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Roxy Music to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arcadia,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Cale,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.