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 Iran 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
Wings,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
Ludus,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.