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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Shadows of Knight to the jazz 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
X-101,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
The Durutti Column,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.