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 Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Nas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
X-102,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q65,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.