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 Mauritania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Max Romeo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Yaz,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.