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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Music Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bad Manners,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.