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 Yemen and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Joyce Sims to the rap 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Style,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
Hashim,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
the Sonics,
Faust,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.