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 Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Angry Samoans to the jazz 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Subhumans,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
June Days,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
Organ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.