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 Kiribati and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Funky Four + One,
The Vogues,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.