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 Honduras and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Marmalade to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Blake Baxter,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.