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 Qatar and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Japan,
Zapp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Rapeman,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.