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 China and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agitation Free to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Age Steppers,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ice-T,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eli Mardock,
DNA,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.