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 Bolivia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Khruangbin to the dance 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
Y Pants,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.