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 Swaziland and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
Franke,
Negative Approach,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
Symarip,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.