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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Lakeside,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
Sparks,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Monks,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.