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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Darondo,
Archie Shepp,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Index,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.