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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Offenders to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.