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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
ABC,
Fluxion,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Terrestrial Tones,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Niagra,
Technova,
Little Man,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Organ,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.