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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Ponytail,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Smog,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.