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 Grenada and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Wake to the techno 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Magazine,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
The Names,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.