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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Barracudas to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.