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 Colombia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Gichy Dan to the dance 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Carl Craig,
Brass Construction,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.