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 Norway and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
Unwound,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.