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 Thailand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Dead C to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Brass Construction,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.