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 Malta and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Vogues,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
Cluster,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.