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 Poland and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Cameo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.