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 Uganda and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Skaos 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
Scion,
Dennis Brown,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
Archie Shepp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deadbeat,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
Hardrive,
Joe Finger,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.