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 Uganda and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Axelrod to the rock 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
Connie Case,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
June of 44,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
The Remains,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.