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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Blossom Toes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Warsaw,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Clear Light,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.