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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Dennis Brown to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bluetip,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fugazi,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.