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 Croatia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Youth Brigade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
Pole,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
Aswad,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.