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 Comoros and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nico,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.