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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Trumans Water to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Unwound,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Aswad,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.