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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Rotary Connection to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Maleditus Sound,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Can,
Audionom,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
10cc,
Brass Construction,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.