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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.