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 Turkey and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Q65,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
Neil Young,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.