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 Botswana and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Camouflage to the funk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.