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 Portugal and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Morten Harket to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Ice-T,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.