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 Bahrain and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Underground Resistance 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust 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?
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Leaves,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.