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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
Royal Trux,
the Slits,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
the Germs,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.