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 Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 MC5 to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.