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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Little Man,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.