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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Arab on Radar to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Moebius,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
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.