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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Subhumans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pagans,
The Remains,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
Lungfish,
DNA,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.