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 Barbados and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 E-Dancer to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
Pantytec,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
Wire,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.