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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Fatback Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
JFA,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Green,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
K-Klass,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.