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 Colombia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Animal Collective to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.