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 Austria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Heaven 17 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
Icehouse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.