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 Germany and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.