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 Brunei and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
The Evens,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.