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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Harmonia to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
Mantronix,
Roxette,
Oblivians,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.