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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
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 arpeggiator 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
PIL,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bronski Beat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.