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 Albania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.