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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
Toni Rubio,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.