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 Burundi and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Jeff Mills to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
A Certain Ratio,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
Ice-T,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
Pole,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.