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 South Africa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 E-Dancer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.