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 Honduras and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Nils Olav to the funk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Franke,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
Smog,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.