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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Animal Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
Nirvana,
X-101,
Pole,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.