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 Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
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 linndrum 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 Desert Stars 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
Gil Scott Heron,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Rites of Spring,
Anthony Braxton,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.