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 Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Kayak to the jazz 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.