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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Bill Near to the punk 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
June Days,
The Cramps,
cv313,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Lungfish,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
Babytalk,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Cameo,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.