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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Stiv Bators to the grunge 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
Section 25,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
World's Most,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
The Names,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.