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 Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas 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?
Blake Baxter,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacob Miller,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
New Order,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
Mo-Dettes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
JFA,
the Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
EPMD,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.