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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Intrusion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
MDC,
Minutemen,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.