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 Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
CMW,
Visage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.