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 Panama and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
June of 44,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scion,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.