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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Jawbox,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.