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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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?
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
PIL,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.