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 Italy and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
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 organ 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 Brand Nubian to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tom Boy,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Amon Düül,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.