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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
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 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 Mandrill to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q65,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.