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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
Wire,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.