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 Comoros and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Moleskins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
Jandek,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
K-Klass,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.