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 Croatia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Evens to the funk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Monks,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
DNA,
Hashim,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
Sparks,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Ludus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.