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 Korea North and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bluetip,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
Steve Hackett,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.