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 New Zealand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 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 Con Funk Shun to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Gang Green,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
AZ,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.