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 Laos and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Hashim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
Skriet,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.