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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Leaves to the grime 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.