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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
UT,
H. Thieme,
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.