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 Norway and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 ABBA to the dance 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Q65,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flipper,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
The Invisible,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.