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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Ossler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
June of 44,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.