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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.