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 India and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Quantec,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.