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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Tom Boy to the rap 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
Letta Mbulu,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.