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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monks,
Shoche,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
The Victims,
the Slits,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
Nico,
The Names,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brick,
Deepchord,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.