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 Netherlands and from Paris.
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 Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
AZ,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.