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 Malta and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Schoolly D to the rap 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
MC5,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.