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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
CMW,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erykah Badu,
Chris & Cosey,
Darondo,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.