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 Andorra and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Hot Snakes to the grime 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Brick,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Section 25,
Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.