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 Philippines and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
The Golliwogs,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Halsall,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Fear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.