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 Niger and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
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 spring reverb 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 Pylon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
DNA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.