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 Japan and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra to the rap 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
The Evens,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
Soul II Soul,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.