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 El Salvador and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Jacob Miller to the jazz 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Au Pairs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.