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 Palau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Intrusion,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.