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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
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 arpeggiator 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 Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Sneak,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
cv313,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.