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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Black Pus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.