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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Lungfish to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
cv313,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.