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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Bluetip to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.