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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
Aswad,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Sam Rivers,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.