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 Laos and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Swans,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
The Tremeloes,
The Golliwogs,
Crash Course in Science,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.