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 Syria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Brand Nubian to the techno 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brick,
Boredoms,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.