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 Belarus and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
The Busters,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.