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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
Wings,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.