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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Khruangbin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Ultra Naté,
Archie Shepp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.