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 Yemen and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
the Association,
The Victims,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Saccharine Trust,
The Beau Brummels,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.