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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Arab on Radar to the jazz 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
PIL,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Deakin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.