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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rap 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
Smog,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.