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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Metal Thangz to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Grauzone,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Procol Harum,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.