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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Roger Hodgson to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agitation Free,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
the Bar-Kays,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
Neil Young,
cv313,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.