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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
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 mellotron 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 Faraquet to the rap 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
cv313,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.