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 Germany and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Rekid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
Prince Buster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Q and Not U,
Television,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.