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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ultimate Spinach to the funk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
Erasure,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.