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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Funkadelic to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.