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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Technova,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.