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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
Mars,
Visage,
Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
Warren Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.