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 Denmark and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Hoover,
Wire,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
the Swans,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.