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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Crooked Eye to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.