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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Rod Modell to the rock 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
Alison Limerick,
Glenn Branca,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.