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 Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Inner City,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.