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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.