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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
Connie Case,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
The Five Americans,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.