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 Kuwait and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moss Icon to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Erykah Badu,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Liliput,
Magma,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
ABBA,
The Associates,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.