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 Mali and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Procol Harum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
This Heat,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.