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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Godley & Creme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Second Layer,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.