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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.