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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Agent Orange to the grunge 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.