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 Benin and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
Index,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.