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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 the Normal to the jazz 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Roxette,
the Association,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.