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 Macedonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
Simply Red,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.