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 Gambia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Kinks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Zapp,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.