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 Congo and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cecil Taylor to the grime 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
The American Breed,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
UT,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Section 25,
PIL,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.