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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.