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 Syria and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Blake Baxter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Letta Mbulu,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
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.