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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Jacob Miller,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.