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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blues Magoos to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.