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 Tunisia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wasted Youth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
PIL,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
World's Most,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.