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 Peru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 punk 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.