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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Crime,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
Babytalk,
Tears for Fears,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Suburban Knight,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.