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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
Accadde A,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
D'Angelo,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
Public Enemy,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.