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 Hungary and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Rapeman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q65,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
Symarip,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
Camberwell Now,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.