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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Darondo to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Whodini,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lebanon Hanover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.