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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
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 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June Days,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
Nico,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.