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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cal Tjader to the rock 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
Whodini,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.