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 Jamaica and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Standells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deepchord,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.