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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
Brick,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.