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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
PIL,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.