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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Germs to the grime 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.