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 Congo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 arpeggiator 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 Joe Finger 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.