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 Bulgaria and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 electroclash 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Echospace,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultra Naté,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.