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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Crispian St. Peters to the jazz 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
Q65,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Ossler,
Au Pairs,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.