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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Derrick May to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Leonard Cohen,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Index,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.