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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Parrish 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Slave,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
The Monks,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
The Remains,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.