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 Albania and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.