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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Freddie Wadling to the grunge 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
Can,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
Public Enemy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.