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 Somalia and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacob Miller,
The Angels of Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Ronan,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.