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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed 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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
Dave Gahan,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
Faraquet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.