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 Malawi 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
Symarip,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.