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 Burundi and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 EPMD to the disco 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.