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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Liliput to the jazz 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Pylon,
Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Liliput,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.