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 Botswana and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Babytalk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-Ray Spex,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.