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 Uganda and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 The American Breed to the funk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
The Saints,
Gang Green,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.