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 Syria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Gang Starr to the crunk 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Gong,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
The Evens,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Kas Product,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
The Busters,
ABC,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.