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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
The Remains,
Jandek,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.