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 Mauritius and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Toni Rubio to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dark Day,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Pylon,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.