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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.