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 Turkey and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Japan,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.