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 Mali and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Section 25,
cv313,
Hoover,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.