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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
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 snare 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
The Associates,
The Sound,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cameo,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.