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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
Sixth Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
X-101,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.