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 Comoros and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 The Gap Band to the punk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Technova,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.