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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Roger Hodgson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
The Human League,
Kayak,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magma,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.