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 Cyprus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Moss Icon to the rock 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
Slave,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.