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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Mills to the rock 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Near,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.