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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Aswad to the disco 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.