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 Micronesia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grauzone,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Warsaw,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
Index,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.