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 Honduras 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 David McCallum to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Smog,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Seeds,
Delta 5,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.