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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Half Japanese to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Symarip,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Arab on Radar,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.