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 Peru and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
Smog,
John Holt,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Easy Going,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.