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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Crime to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.