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 Mexico and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Albert Ayler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
China Crisis,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
Oneida,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
The Zeros,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Flag,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.