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 Netherlands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Ludus,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
ABC,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
Index,
The Gladiators,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.