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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Motorama,
ABC,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
New Order,
This Heat,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.