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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Ossler to the disco 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish 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?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Dual Sessions,
Liliput,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
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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.
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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.