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 Oman and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
UT,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.