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 Georgia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
10cc,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.