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 Brunei and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Circle Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.