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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 LL Cool J to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.