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 Italy and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
The Dead C,
Scion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.