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 Sweden and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Moon,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
June Days,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Das Ding,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.