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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
Zapp,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
The Motions,
Brick,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.