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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Tomorrow to the jazz 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
The Wake,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
Gong,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.