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 Antigua and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 The Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
UT,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Cluster,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
Moebius,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
The Golliwogs,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.