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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Todd Terry to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
The Tremeloes,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Morten Harket,
Con Funk Shun,
Monolake,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Technova,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
Index,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.