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 Austria and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.