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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
Television,
Nirvana,
Scratch Acid,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
Scion,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.