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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Panda Bear,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.