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 Gambia and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.