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 Burundi and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Soul II Soul to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Vainqueur,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.