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 United States and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Moss Icon to the grunge 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Pagans,
MC5,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
Audionom,
Franke,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.