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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
JFA,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.