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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Eddi Front to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
Joy Division,
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
Liliput,
Skriet,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
T. Rex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.