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 Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Gichy Dan to the jazz 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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?
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Althea and Donna,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.