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 Micronesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Mandrill,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.