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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Godley & Creme to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
Tom Boy,
Bob Dylan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
kango's stein massive,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.