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 Panama and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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?
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
Urselle,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.