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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gichy Dan 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.