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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Cecil Taylor to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Arcadia,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.