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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pierre Henry to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Hardrive,
PIL,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
Smog,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.