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 Laos and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Slave to the grime 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
The Offenders,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
Franke,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.