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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Pierre Henry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
Dark Day,
Delta 5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Michelle Simonal,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mantronix,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.