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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Roy Ayers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ludus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Zapp,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.