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 Dominica 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Barbara Tucker 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.