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 Suriname and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sparks to the crunk 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic,
Accadde A,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sixth Finger,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.