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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Scan 7,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
MDC,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.