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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Junior Murvin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
MDC,
Patti Smith,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
Peter & Gordon,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.