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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.