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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 the Fania All-Stars to the disco 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Black Sheep,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
the Association,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.