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 Cameroon and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Litter,
Kayak,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
Ultra Naté,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.