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 Indonesia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Basic Channel to the funk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Zeros,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bauhaus,
X-101,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.