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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 T.S.O.L. to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
Yusef Lateef,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.