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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the techno 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Brick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.