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 Ireland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
JFA,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wasted Youth,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.