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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Lou Reed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
John Foxx,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.