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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
Ronan,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Zeros,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.