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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Lungfish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.