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 Togo and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Model 500,
Swans,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.