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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Martian to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Magma,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Thompson Twins,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.