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 Sierra Leone 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Second Layer to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Swans,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
X-Ray Spex,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.