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 Spain and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Idris Muhammad,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.