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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.