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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Ice-T to the grunge 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Skriet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
Howard Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.