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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
Television,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.