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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 EPMD to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dark Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
The Invisible,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.