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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.