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 Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brick,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lindisfarne,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.