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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Adolescents to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.