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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swell Maps,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.