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 Thailand and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Can,
The Gap Band,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.