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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Shoche to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Man Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.