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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moss Icon to the rock 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camouflage,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Hood,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.