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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 One Last Wish to the rap 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Japan,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.