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 Samoa and from Halifax.
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 Woodstock and Lagos.
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 oboe 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 the Normal to the jazz 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Darondo,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
MC5,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.