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 Finland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Lyres,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.