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 Japan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Television,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.