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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Dennis Brown to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
The Gap Band,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
The Victims,
Smog,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
Basic Channel,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.