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 Belize and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
Smog,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.