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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q65,
Jeff Mills,
the Association,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Moon,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.