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 Kenya and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Wings,
The Modern Lovers,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Magazine,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
Arcadia,
Cymande,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
the Association,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.