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 Lebanon and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Skatalites to the rock 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
John Cale,
MC5,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.