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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 The Litter to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
CMW,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Marc Almond,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
The Searchers,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.