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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Khruangbin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
The Velvet Underground,
Sam Rivers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
David Bowie,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.