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 Barbados and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.