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 Costa Rica and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Leaves,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.