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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rock 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
Crime,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Symarip,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.