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 Greece and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 The Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
Loose Ends,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
The Motions,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Black Moon,
cv313,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.