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 Panama and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Don Cherry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
The Mummies,
Michelle Simonal,
Stereo Dub,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.