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 Romania and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Eddi Front 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
Public Enemy,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.