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 Argentina and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 David Axelrod 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mars,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bad Manners,
Television,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.