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 Russia and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lyres to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
PIL,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.