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 Barbados and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
The Zeros,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.