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 Fiji and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Arab on Radar,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.