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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lalo Schifrin 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Monolake,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.