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 Botswana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 The Fugs to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Flipper,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.