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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.