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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
Y Pants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.