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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Vainqueur to the funk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tres Demented,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
PIL,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.