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 Uzbekistan and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
Jimmy McGriff,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.