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 Montenegro and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Don Cherry to the punk 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
Yaz,
Magazine,
Roxy Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.