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 Belarus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Warsaw to the dance 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Arab on Radar,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.