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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Scan 7 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Ronnie Foster,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
Wings,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.