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 Poland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 The Move to the grunge 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Dawn Penn,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Monolake,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cowsills,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
Television,
the Association,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Lungfish,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.