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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 jazz 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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Q65,
Crime,
Newcleus,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül II,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Model 500,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.