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 India and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Ultravox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
Radio Birdman,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.