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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yusef Lateef 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Symarip,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.