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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Last Poets 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
Pole,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.