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 Maldives and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalann,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.