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 Croatia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Glenn Branca,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.