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 the UAE and from Manchester.
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 Portland and Lille.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonny Sharrock to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
The Busters,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
The Names,
The Move,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.