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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minutemen to the funk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Janne Schatter,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.