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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks 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?
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.