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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
Brick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Black Dice,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gap Band,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.