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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
Oneida,
Swans,
The Index,
The Selecter,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Ultimate Spinach,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.