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 Mali and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Kenny Larkin 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Babytalk,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.