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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.