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 Brunei and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Q65,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
Niagra,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
La Düsseldorf,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
David McCallum,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.