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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Basic Channel to the jazz 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.