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 Spain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag to the grunge 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.