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 Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.