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 Rwanda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.