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 Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fat Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Goldenarms,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
Shoche,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
Kas Product,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.