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 Somalia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
The Divine Comedy,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Lower 48,
X-102,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Japan,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.