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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Faraquet,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
Whodini,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Isaac Hayes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.