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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
Can,
Skaos,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
The Dirtbombs,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.