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 Nepal and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Metal Thangz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
AZ,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.