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 the UAE and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 AZ to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Yaz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.