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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jawbox to the rap 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Green,
Sixth Finger,
Magazine,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Nils Olav,
Surgeon,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Franke,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.