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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Age Steppers to the rock 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
Organ,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.