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 Ireland 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Khruangbin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
Franke,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Aloha Tigers,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.