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 United States and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Cameo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
John Cale,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.