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 Poland and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
UT,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.