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 Fiji and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.