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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Pantaleimon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
Flipper,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
OOIOO,
Camouflage,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.