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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Aswad to the jazz 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Boz Scaggs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Clear Light,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
The Associates,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.