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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
JFA,
Quantec,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
The Red Krayola,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q65,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
The Divine Comedy,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
Pierre Henry,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.