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 Hungary and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Hashim to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Searchers,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Wire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.