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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
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 synthesizer 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 Yaz to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
a-ha,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
Prince Buster,
Ituana,
Sexual Harrassment,
Banda Bassotti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
UT,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
DNA,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.