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 Tonga and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warsaw,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
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Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.