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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Mantronix,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
Television,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Stereo Dub,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.