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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 EPMD to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Oblivians,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.