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 Jordan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Blossom Toes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
Oblivians,
The Names,
Interpol,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
Symarip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.