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 Tunisia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
The Index,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Little Man,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.