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 Guinea 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
Skaos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
OOIOO,
Ornette Coleman,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.