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 St Lucia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
Siglo XX,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
Bobby Sherman,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.