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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
Boredoms,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
Faust,
Pagans,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.